"I Aint Got No Mind" lyrics
Yhung T.O. & Viper Beats Lyrics
(feat. Earl Swavey)
(Viper)
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Matter fact, bitch, I'm back on that fuck shit
Huff, I chase a bag, but I don't duck shit
He know if he see me, better duck quick
Nigga, fuck that brother and that trust shit
I'm strictly on some slime shit
Bitch, I ain't got no mind, I'm on nonsense
Huh, who the fuck you gon' side with?
When it's up, that's who the fuck you gon' die with
When I ran out of luck, I had faith in my hands
I heard it was war, I brought Drakie again
They hate me already, make 'em hate me again
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (On gang)
Ayy, left the house with 10 bands, that's a hundred hundreds (Hundreds)
Bitch, I hopped out with two Glocks, I feel like Andre Drummond (Drummond)
Don't go fuckin' with Jigga Man, he always starting somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause he claim that he real, but we know he really frontin' (Knock it off)
Yeah, I just left my dog, I'm goin' brazy in my mental
All facts, no cap, I don't flex on instrumentals
.40 cals, hollow rounds, I'ma aim it at yo' dental
Can't slip, paper tag, nah, this ain't no rental (Nah)
Hop out with that Draco, 50 in the clip (Clip)
Nigga slip, I'ma let it rip, nigga, that's off the rip (Off the rip)
You ain't been where I been and that's on the real (That's on the real)
I go load up with them chotos when they on a drill (Man-down)
Jigga Man, bitch, I keep that blower like a ceiling fan
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Percocets, I pop a pussy like I pop a Xan
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Matter fact, bitch, I'm back on that fuck shit
Huff, I chase a bag, but I don't duck shit
He know if he see me, better duck quick
Nigga, fuck that brother and that trust shit
I'm strictly on some slime shit
Bitch, I ain't got no mind, I'm on nonsense
Huh, who the fuck you gon' side with?
When it's up, that's who the fuck you gon' die with
When I ran out of luck, I had faith in my hands
I heard it was war, I brought Drakie again
They hate me already, make 'em hate me again
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (On gang)
Ayy, left the house with 10 bands, that's a hundred hundreds (Hundreds)
Bitch, I hopped out with two Glocks, I feel like Andre Drummond (Drummond)
Don't go fuckin' with Jigga Man, he always starting somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause he claim that he real, but we know he really frontin' (Knock it off)
Yeah, I just left my dog, I'm goin' brazy in my mental
All facts, no cap, I don't flex on instrumentals
.40 cals, hollow rounds, I'ma aim it at yo' dental
Can't slip, paper tag, nah, this ain't no rental (Nah)
Hop out with that Draco, 50 in the clip (Clip)
Nigga slip, I'ma let it rip, nigga, that's off the rip (Off the rip)
You ain't been where I been and that's on the real (That's on the real)
I go load up with them chotos when they on a drill (Man-down)
Jigga Man, bitch, I keep that blower like a ceiling fan
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Percocets, I pop a pussy like I pop a Xan
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Young thug nigga with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
